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bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2010-07-27 02:12 am
bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2010-07-27 02:12 am
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DINOSAURS SOME MORE!
All right! Got my pictures set up. I'm sure you're all dying to hear about the rest of my week, so let's start with the rest of the dinosaurs.
On Wednesday as we sat around trying to figure out what we could do before I went to work, Liz found a suggestion on the internet: the Museum of Ancient Life, a place I’ve always wanted to go to, but which just doesn’t register on my radar. So we got to be tourists together!
The lobby of the Museum ofLook At These Fucking Dinosaurs Ancient Life.
The first thing was a travelin’ exhibit on light that would have been pretty cool to spend some time messing with. Unfortunately, it was overrun with kids—and while I’m glad kids are learning Science, it did make it hard to really get around.
After that was a long pointless black tunnel with blue Christmas lights on that wavelength that my glasses apparently refract so that they look 3-D. It was supposed to suggest The Beginning Of The Universe, but I admit I was a little worried that at the end of the tunnel John Cleese would request my liver.
There was a lot to see, but goddamn this is petrified lightning. (Okay, so it’s sand fused by a lightning strike. THE POINT STANDS.)
There were tons of fossil displays and plastic replicas of what those fossils looked like pre-fossil.
This may help explain why I am suspicious of seafood. In my experience, ocean life is something you find embedded in the middle of a rock, and it hasn’t technically been life for quite a while.
I want whoever made this exhibit to do my room.
I really love leaf impressions in rocks.
Boy, that ichthyosaurus sure makes an impression! WAHAHAHAHA I crack myself up.
But despite all this ancient life, we all know what the real theme of this museum is, right?
LOOK AT THESE FUCKING DINOSAURS.
Jesus Christ you know this raptor’s gonna pounce on you ike a Goomba and eat you for fucking breakfast goddamn.
And don’t even try to pass off some bullshit chicken velociraptor for a Utahraptor. Last thing you see is this guy’s feathers just before his cohorts tear you fucking limb from limb. And don’t even try to say we don’t have an official state DINOSAUR,* cause that shit’s NAMED after our state.
Bad dinosaur!
He’d have gotten me, too, if it weren’t forthose meddling kids the lack of his tag-teaming raptors that hit you from the side.
I love dinosaur feet. There’s something rather adorable about a house-sized animal that walked on its toes.
The Wall O’ Skulls! Dig that giant terrifying anglerfish thing on the right!
Eggses, precious!
HOLY SHIT T-REX.
I really love that the exhibits in this museum make it look like prehistory was populated by terrifying zombie dinosaurs.
Psittacosaurus was an adorable dinosaur. Like a badass parrot.
I always wanted one of these as a pet. Or a tiny triceratops. I would love to have a pygmy megafaunal critter.
Archelon ischyros, the Mighty Turtle. 16 feet from flipper tip to flipper tip.
You know, all the time I was in this room I was looking over my shoulder for Torpedo Ted.
Well, at least I won’t have to worry about Reznor.
Liz’s museum is trying to get one o’ these.
Hey, Bruce Senior. The best thing about this megalodon sculpture is the sign telling you not to climb on it. I’m trying to estimate how many people try to climb into its mouth for a photo op anyway.
This litte guy is TOAST.
And this guy won’t be going on to fight Jason and the Argonauts.
Probably he shouldn’t have decided to stand under the mammoth. He should go with the animal in the next photograph.
OMG D’AWW FLUFFY BABY MAMMOTH. I’d love an adult mammoth this size as a pet, too. Or get me four of them and that turtle skeleton and we’re on our way to a tiny Discworld.
At the end of the tour we had snax in the café, and obtained gift shop swag! We both regret not ordering Dino Nuggets off the kids’ menu, because chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs is the GREATEST THING EVER. For some reason they had some kind of steampunk TARDIS in front of the café.
Then it was back home, so’s I could have time to go to work. But I’m damn glad Liz found that place, because I never remember about it. Maybe now I will.
Tune in next time for Part 2 of The Rest Of Liz’s Visit: Red Rock style! And I’m taking you along!
*We also have a state cookware item. When Liz announced this, I correctly guessed what it was: the Dutch oven.
On Wednesday as we sat around trying to figure out what we could do before I went to work, Liz found a suggestion on the internet: the Museum of Ancient Life, a place I’ve always wanted to go to, but which just doesn’t register on my radar. So we got to be tourists together!
The lobby of the Museum of
The first thing was a travelin’ exhibit on light that would have been pretty cool to spend some time messing with. Unfortunately, it was overrun with kids—and while I’m glad kids are learning Science, it did make it hard to really get around.
After that was a long pointless black tunnel with blue Christmas lights on that wavelength that my glasses apparently refract so that they look 3-D. It was supposed to suggest The Beginning Of The Universe, but I admit I was a little worried that at the end of the tunnel John Cleese would request my liver.
There was a lot to see, but goddamn this is petrified lightning. (Okay, so it’s sand fused by a lightning strike. THE POINT STANDS.)
There were tons of fossil displays and plastic replicas of what those fossils looked like pre-fossil.
This may help explain why I am suspicious of seafood. In my experience, ocean life is something you find embedded in the middle of a rock, and it hasn’t technically been life for quite a while.
I want whoever made this exhibit to do my room.
I really love leaf impressions in rocks.
Boy, that ichthyosaurus sure makes an impression! WAHAHAHAHA I crack myself up.
But despite all this ancient life, we all know what the real theme of this museum is, right?
LOOK AT THESE FUCKING DINOSAURS.
Jesus Christ you know this raptor’s gonna pounce on you ike a Goomba and eat you for fucking breakfast goddamn.
And don’t even try to pass off some bullshit chicken velociraptor for a Utahraptor. Last thing you see is this guy’s feathers just before his cohorts tear you fucking limb from limb. And don’t even try to say we don’t have an official state DINOSAUR,* cause that shit’s NAMED after our state.
Bad dinosaur!
He’d have gotten me, too, if it weren’t for
I love dinosaur feet. There’s something rather adorable about a house-sized animal that walked on its toes.
The Wall O’ Skulls! Dig that giant terrifying anglerfish thing on the right!
Eggses, precious!
HOLY SHIT T-REX.
I really love that the exhibits in this museum make it look like prehistory was populated by terrifying zombie dinosaurs.
Psittacosaurus was an adorable dinosaur. Like a badass parrot.
I always wanted one of these as a pet. Or a tiny triceratops. I would love to have a pygmy megafaunal critter.
Archelon ischyros, the Mighty Turtle. 16 feet from flipper tip to flipper tip.
You know, all the time I was in this room I was looking over my shoulder for Torpedo Ted.
Well, at least I won’t have to worry about Reznor.
Liz’s museum is trying to get one o’ these.
Hey, Bruce Senior. The best thing about this megalodon sculpture is the sign telling you not to climb on it. I’m trying to estimate how many people try to climb into its mouth for a photo op anyway.
This litte guy is TOAST.
And this guy won’t be going on to fight Jason and the Argonauts.
Probably he shouldn’t have decided to stand under the mammoth. He should go with the animal in the next photograph.
OMG D’AWW FLUFFY BABY MAMMOTH. I’d love an adult mammoth this size as a pet, too. Or get me four of them and that turtle skeleton and we’re on our way to a tiny Discworld.
At the end of the tour we had snax in the café, and obtained gift shop swag! We both regret not ordering Dino Nuggets off the kids’ menu, because chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs is the GREATEST THING EVER. For some reason they had some kind of steampunk TARDIS in front of the café.
Then it was back home, so’s I could have time to go to work. But I’m damn glad Liz found that place, because I never remember about it. Maybe now I will.
Tune in next time for Part 2 of The Rest Of Liz’s Visit: Red Rock style! And I’m taking you along!
*We also have a state cookware item. When Liz announced this, I correctly guessed what it was: the Dutch oven.